The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-11-19
BE HANGED.

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 The "humorist" on Chicago paper sat down with a sigh and, with rather disconsolate air, took up his pen. It was the day before the execution of the Anarchists, and although the great tide of business flowed onward with it's accustomed rush, there was on the streets and in business houses, a sup pressed tremor of excitement. "I feel as little like writing anything humor- ous as if were one of the condemned men," the humorist unused. "Hang it -ah, rather an inappropriate expression -I don't know anything pleasant. In those wreathes of smoke see black cap; in those puffs of steam see the white and fiuttering garments of fear. What are white and fluttering gar ments of fear? Pll be hanged-there it is again-if l know. Let me see. I'll write something about a drum mer. He is the bank on which the humorist may ever draw. But what can say? must throw off this feel ing. It is unmanly, unlaw abiding. The street takes no heed and it's roar is just as loud as it was before the su- preme court refused the writ of error. 1 am sorry for those poor women. Great God, those little children. Hold on, now; hold on. The space to be filled with a humorous article is gaping at me, like the mouth of young mocking- bird" (Writes.)
 "A good joke is told on Bob Peter son, we'll known commercial trav- eler. Some time ago while in Mis- souri," (to office boy)
 "What are those newsboys yelling?"
 "Lingg has committed suicide"
 "Get me paper"
 Paper is brought.)
 "Blew himself up. Head torn all to pieces. What nerve that handsome tiger had. A woman would not have been so rash. A woman would rather be hanged than to spoil her looks. Hold on, I am drifting off again. Let me see where was. (Writes.)
 "He stopped at little crossroads hotel. The proprietor, a gruff old fellow,-" (to boy)
 "What are they yelling now?"
 "Lingg can't live"
 "Why, of course not, if he is dead"
 "The explosion didn't kill him right off,"
 "Oh."
 (Writes.) Seemed to suspect Bob, for he looked curiously at him. It seems that the United States authori- ties had received information that H. licit whisky was being made in that community, and as the natives were the friends of the distillers, every man suspected of being a deputy marshal was closely watched. Bob" (to boy)
 "They are yelling another extra. Go down and get one" (Boy gets paper. Looks at head lines.)
 "Doctor says he can't live. I should say not. Jaw gone. Governor si- lent. Brave old man-an American who knows his duty, and who will not let the bowling of wolves or the piteous bleating Of sheep turn him aside. This won't do. must get to work. This is the last extra Pm go- ing to buy. Why, it would take Jay Gould to keep up with these newspapers. Let's sec" CWrites.)
 Bob had no idea, of course, that he was suspected of being deputy mar shal, and in spirit of fun turned to the gruff old proprietor and said:
 "'Suppose you've got pretty lively set of fellows about here' "fYas, some folks think so.'
 "Good deal of fun in them some- times?'
 Gro boy) "Go down stairs and get that internal extra"
 Qooks at head-hnes.) "Lingg is dead. No word from the governor. Decision will be reached to-day.